# Poetry rally: respond to the previous poster by quoting a related piece of poetry **URL:** \ **Category:** Cafe Society\ **Created:** [July 27, 2008, 2:05am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-rally-respond-to-the-previous-poster-by-quoting-a-related-piece-of-poetry/457894 "2008-07-27T02:05:10Z")\ **Posts on this page:** 20\ **Page:** 4
**Author:** ![eleanorigby](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/e/ee7513/32.png) [@eleanorigby](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/eleanorigby)\ **Post date:** [August 1, 2008, 12:58am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-rally-respond-to-the-previous-poster-by-quoting-a-related-piece-of-poetry/457894/61 "2008-08-01T00:58:49Z")
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant— Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightening to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind— Emily Dickinson (sorry to follow Emily with Emily…) ---
**Author:** ![PastAllReason](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/p/f07891/32.png) [@PastAllReason](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/PastAllReason)\ **Post date:** [August 1, 2008, 1:21am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-rally-respond-to-the-previous-poster-by-quoting-a-related-piece-of-poetry/457894/62 "2008-08-01T01:21:32Z")
And from Dylan Thomas (again!) Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. ---
**Author:** ![aldiboronti](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/a/9fc348/32.png) [@aldiboronti](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/aldiboronti)\ **Post date:** [August 1, 2008, 1:58pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-rally-respond-to-the-previous-poster-by-quoting-a-related-piece-of-poetry/457894/63 "2008-08-01T13:58:46Z")
A gentle Knight was pricking on the plain, Yclad in mighty arms and silver shield, Wherein old dints of deep wounds did remain, The cruel marks of many a bloody field; Yet arms till that time did he never wield: His angry steed did chide his foaming bit, As much disdaining to the curb to yield: Full jolly knight he seemed, and fair did sit, As one for knightly giusts and fierce encounters fit. Edmund Spenser, _The Faerie Queene_ ---
**Author:** ![Fretful\_Porpentine](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/fretful_porpentine/32/2873_2.png) [@Fretful\_Porpentine](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Fretful_Porpentine)\ **Post date:** [August 1, 2008, 2:23pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-rally-respond-to-the-previous-poster-by-quoting-a-related-piece-of-poetry/457894/64 "2008-08-01T14:23:59Z")
Listeth, lordes, in good entent, And I wol telle verrayment Of myrthe and of solas; Al of a knyght was faire and gent In bataille and in tourneyment, His name was sire Thopas. – Geoffrey Chaucer ---
**Author:** ![Lissla\_Lissar](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/l/8491ac/32.png) [@Lissla\_Lissar](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Lissla_Lissar)\ **Post date:** [August 1, 2008, 2:46pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-rally-respond-to-the-previous-poster-by-quoting-a-related-piece-of-poetry/457894/65 "2008-08-01T14:46:01Z")
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro’ the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight for ever kneel’d To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott. -Tennyson ---
**Author:** ![Humble\_Servant](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/h/47e85d/32.png) [@Humble\_Servant](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Humble_Servant)\ **Post date:** [August 1, 2008, 3:18pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-rally-respond-to-the-previous-poster-by-quoting-a-related-piece-of-poetry/457894/66 "2008-08-01T15:18:00Z")
[QUOTE=Lissla Lissar] A red-cross knight for ever kneel’d [/QUOTE] “If you’re not sleeping, let’s turn on the light. I hate that wind! Let’s play some chess.” “All right.” “I’m sure it’s not the shutter. There, again.” “It is a tendril fingering the pane.” “What glided down the roof and made that thud?” “It is old winter tumbling in the mud.” “And now what shall I do? My knight is pinned.” Who rides so late in the night and the wind? –VNabokov, Pale Fire (An easy one…) ---
**Author:** ![Lissla\_Lissar](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/l/8491ac/32.png) [@Lissla\_Lissar](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Lissla_Lissar)\ **Post date:** [August 1, 2008, 6:42pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-rally-respond-to-the-previous-poster-by-quoting-a-related-piece-of-poetry/457894/67 "2008-08-01T18:42:05Z")
O western wind, when wilt thou blow That the small rain down can rain? Christ, that my love were in my arms And I in my bed again! ---
**Author:** ![misling](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/m/3ab097/32.png) [@misling](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/misling)\ **Post date:** [August 1, 2008, 6:45pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-rally-respond-to-the-previous-poster-by-quoting-a-related-piece-of-poetry/457894/68 "2008-08-01T18:45:37Z")
To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there’s the respect That makes calamity of so long life; William Shakespeare - Hamlet 3/1 ---
**Author:** ![PastAllReason](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/p/f07891/32.png) [@PastAllReason](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/PastAllReason)\ **Post date:** [August 1, 2008, 7:05pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-rally-respond-to-the-previous-poster-by-quoting-a-related-piece-of-poetry/457894/69 "2008-08-01T19:05:21Z")
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain; And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget. Song, Christina Rossetti (public domain) ---
**Author:** ![Cub\_Mistress](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/c/ea666f/32.png) [@Cub\_Mistress](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Cub_Mistress)\ **Post date:** [August 1, 2008, 8:54pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-rally-respond-to-the-previous-poster-by-quoting-a-related-piece-of-poetry/457894/70 "2008-08-01T20:54:33Z")
The dear only knows What will next prove a rose. You, of course, are a rose - But were always a rose. Robert Frost “The Rose Family” from [here](http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rose-family/) ---
**Author:** ![aldiboronti](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/a/9fc348/32.png) [@aldiboronti](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/aldiboronti)\ **Post date:** [August 1, 2008, 9:35pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-rally-respond-to-the-previous-poster-by-quoting-a-related-piece-of-poetry/457894/71 "2008-08-01T21:35:46Z")
O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. William Blake ---
**Author:** ![Sternvogel](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/s/bc79bd/32.png) [@Sternvogel](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Sternvogel)\ **Post date:** [August 1, 2008, 11:04pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-rally-respond-to-the-previous-poster-by-quoting-a-related-piece-of-poetry/457894/72 "2008-08-01T23:04:46Z")
[QUOTE=aldiboronti] The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm: William Blake [/QUOTE] Out—out are the lights—out all! And over each quivering form The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, While the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, “Man,” And its hero, the Conqueror Worm. – [Edgar Allan Poe](http://www.bartleby.com/102/87.html) ---
**Author:** ![Lissla\_Lissar](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/l/8491ac/32.png) [@Lissla\_Lissar](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Lissla_Lissar)\ **Post date:** [August 2, 2008, 12:04am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-rally-respond-to-the-previous-poster-by-quoting-a-related-piece-of-poetry/457894/73 "2008-08-02T00:04:37Z")
Therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may And, like amorous birds of prey Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow chapp’d power. Let us roll all our strangth and all Our sweetness, up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Through the iron gates of life. Thus though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run -To His Coy Mistress, Andrew Marvell (public domain) ---
**Author:** ![eleanorigby](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/e/ee7513/32.png) [@eleanorigby](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/eleanorigby)\ **Post date:** [August 2, 2008, 12:12am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-rally-respond-to-the-previous-poster-by-quoting-a-related-piece-of-poetry/457894/74 "2008-08-02T00:12:21Z")
Rabbi Ben Ezra Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in His hand Who saith “A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!” […] Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth’s smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe! For thence,–a paradox Which comforts while it mocks,– Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me: A brute I might have been, but would not sink in’ the scale. […] For pleasant is this flesh; Our soul, in its rose-mesh Pulled ever to the earth, still yearns for rest; Would we some prize might hold To match those manifold Possessions of the brute,–gain most, as we did best! […] Therefore I summon age To grant youth’s heritage, Life’s struggle having so far reached its term: Thence shall I pass, approved A man, for aye removed From the developed brute; a god though in the germ. […] Youth ended, I shall try My gain or loss thereby; Leave the fire ashes, what survives is gold: And I shall weigh the same, Give life its praise or blame: Young, all lay in dispute; I shall know, being old. […] Robert Browning (1812-1889) public domain ---
**Author:** ![Fretful\_Porpentine](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/fretful_porpentine/32/2873_2.png) [@Fretful\_Porpentine](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Fretful_Porpentine)\ **Post date:** [August 2, 2008, 1:11am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-rally-respond-to-the-previous-poster-by-quoting-a-related-piece-of-poetry/457894/75 "2008-08-02T01:11:22Z")
Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them; While the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars, be not darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain; In the days when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened; And the doors shall be shut in the streets, when the sound of the grinding is low, and he shall rise up at the voice of the bird, and all the daughters of musick shall be brought low; Also when they shall be afraid of that which is high, and fears shall be in the way, and the almond tree shall flourish, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail; because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets; Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was; and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it. – Book of Ecclesiastes ---
**Author:** ![PerditaX](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/p/65b543/32.png) [@PerditaX](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/PerditaX)\ **Post date:** [August 2, 2008, 1:53am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-rally-respond-to-the-previous-poster-by-quoting-a-related-piece-of-poetry/457894/76 "2008-08-02T01:53:25Z")
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you. Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust. A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew. A formula, a phrase remains,-- but the best is lost. . . . . . . . . . Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly the go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned. _Dirge without Music_ -Edna St. Vincent Millay ---
**Author:** ![eleanorigby](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/e/ee7513/32.png) [@eleanorigby](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/eleanorigby)\ **Post date:** [August 2, 2008, 3:44am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-rally-respond-to-the-previous-poster-by-quoting-a-related-piece-of-poetry/457894/77 "2008-08-02T03:44:31Z")
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. […] Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting - over and over announcing your place in the family of things. Wild Geese by Mary Oliver shortened for fair use ---
**Author:** ![Horatio\_Hellpop](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/h/e5b9ba/32.png) [@Horatio\_Hellpop](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Horatio_Hellpop)\ **Post date:** [August 2, 2008, 10:13am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-rally-respond-to-the-previous-poster-by-quoting-a-related-piece-of-poetry/457894/78 "2008-08-02T10:13:42Z")
WB Yeats - Politics How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics? Yet here’s a travelled man that knows What he talks about, And there’s a politician That has read and thought, And maybe what they say is true Of war and war’s alarms, But O that I were young again And held her in my arms! ---
**Author:** ![Lissla\_Lissar](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/l/8491ac/32.png) [@Lissla\_Lissar](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Lissla_Lissar)\ **Post date:** [August 2, 2008, 1:10pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-rally-respond-to-the-previous-poster-by-quoting-a-related-piece-of-poetry/457894/79 "2008-08-02T13:10:48Z")
Dying to use this: I had a duck-billed platypus when I was up at Trinity, With whom I soon discovered a remarkable affinity. He used to live in lodgings with myself and Arthur Purvis, And we all went up together for the Diplomatic Service. I had a certain confidence, I own, in his ability, He mastered all the subjects with remarkable facility; And Purvis, though more dubious, agreed that he was clever, But no one else imagined he had any chance whatever. I failed to pass the interview, the board with wry grimaces Took exception to my boots and then objected to my braces, And Purvis too was failed by an intolerant examiner Who said he had his doubts as to his sock-suspender’s stamina. Our summary rejection, though we took it with urbanity Was naturally wounding in some measure to our vanity; The bitterness of failure was considerably mollified, However, by the ease with which our platypus had qualified. -The Diplomatic Platypus, Patrick Barrington ---
**Author:** ![PerditaX](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/p/65b543/32.png) [@PerditaX](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/PerditaX)\ **Post date:** [August 2, 2008, 1:13pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-rally-respond-to-the-previous-poster-by-quoting-a-related-piece-of-poetry/457894/80 "2008-08-02T13:13:58Z")
Now therefore while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Then let us sport us while we may, And now, like amorous birds of prey Rather at once our time devour That languish in his slow-chapt power. Let us roll all our strength and all All sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life: Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we shall make him run. _To his Coy Mistress_ - Andrew Marvell [Previous page](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-rally-respond-to-the-previous-poster-by-quoting-a-related-piece-of-poetry/457894.md?page=3) [Next page](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-rally-respond-to-the-previous-poster-by-quoting-a-related-piece-of-poetry/457894.md?page=5)